Another Statistic (Poem)

He’s the misguided oneChoking the corners and roaming the streetsPraising the moneyCatering to zombiesAnd concealing the heat

I heard gunshots the other night as I lay down to sleepI opened my eyes and saw blood swallowing the concreteWeeks crawled by and the rain washed away the evidenceNow the memory of him has faded and he’s no longer relevant

Of Black men our communities are becoming devoidI guess the KKK are the only workers happy to be unemployedThey read the papers and watch the newsAll the while singing, ‘There goes another one’HA! ANOTHER black man shot down by ANOTHER gun

He has no faceThere is no name listedJust another numberAnother statistic

Poem from my debut novel Accepted, available for purchase on Amazon.com!